The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 233 - 169

When Rong Zhi returned to the living room, she imdiately t a pair of rather resentful eyes.

"..."

She pointed at her phone: "I have sothing to deal with."

If Bai Su takes Rong Jiazze for an examination on the tenth, she must finish the school’s math competition in the coming days.

She might only be able to make it to the national math competition, but not the training camp. However, she found a promising student at school and planned to recomnd them to Old Li.

The CSS project has reached one-third, and she has little free ti afterward; she basically has to imrse herself in the Engineering College. Also, the detox pills for the number one reagent in her body were made last night.

Yuan Xiyao is still lying in the sanatorium, and she needs to get the dicine and monitor Yuan Xiyao’s experintal data.

With her decision made, Rong Zhi ignored Bai Su’s increasingly deep gaze, turned around, and went upstairs to find Fu Yaoyao to prepare to go to the sanatorium.

Behind her, Bai Su watched the boy’s departing figure and clicked his tongue lightly in displeasure.

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Lan’er Sanatorium.

Tang Xuyun didn’t expect Rong Zhi to continue working on the previous experint without even taking a break. He handed the sealed pills to Rong Zhi, his lips pressed with so concern: "Third Young Master, why not rest for two more days? It’s not urgent..."

Rong Zhi shook her head, opened the packaging, poured out a fingernail-sized brown pill, and crushed it to sll.

The finished pill had a unique fragrance, subtle yet effectively alleviating the nervous tension she’d experienced over the days. She slowed down, her head lowered, eyes sowhat complicated.

Things that arrived late are ultimately late.

Placing the crushed pill into a petri dish, she took the rest and left the laboratory.

Yuan Xiyao was in the third-floor ward. At the ti, Rong Zhi heard so normal sounds vaguely coming from inside, including a sweet and soft female voice, quite similar to Fu Yaoyao’s.

Upon opening the door, sure enough, Fu Yaoyao stood on the bed, hands on her hips, almost stepping on Yuan Xiyao’s chest and turning his face red.

Seeing Yuan Xiyao about to faint from breathlessness, Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly and said serenely, "Yao Yao, co down."

Fu Yaoyao obeyed her words, but after stepping on Yuan Xiyao one more ti in frustration and clicking her tongue, she jumped directly off the bed, landing barefoot on the ground.

Rong Zhi caught sight of a pair of pink canvas shoes by the bedside in her peripheral vision. She walked over, bent down to grab the shoes, pulled a chair over for Fu Yaoyao to sit on, and squatted to help her put them on.

When Fu Yaoyao was little, she had a period of autism, imdiately followed by antisocial personality disorder, with no one daring to approach her except Rong Zhi.

As she grew older and her condition stabilized slightly, Fu Yaoyao stuck to Rong Zhi like glue, viewing her as her personal property in her extre mindset. Rong Zhi belonged solely to her and no one else could take her away.

Rong Zhi was used to taking care of these junior apprentices.

After putting on the shoes, the little girl shook her legs slowly. Rong Zhi stroked her soft hair top, not asking about the argunt with Yuan Xiyao but instead handing over the dicine from her pocket.

Yuan Xiyao’s chest was killing him; despite Fu Yaoyao’s small stature, her strength was unusually large, and her two steps nearly crushed him to death.

Seeing Rong Zhi give him so more strange items as before, he sighed, rubbed his sore chest, sat up, took the pill from her hands, and swallowed it dry without water.

He already had a virus in his body, damned one way or another, and Rong Zhi’s thods, while ruthless, still left him a lifeline.

Fu Yaoyao glanced at him and scoffed twice.

Grinding his back teeth in anger, Yuan Xiyao thought that if he weren’t currently powerless, he would find so way to cause trouble for this ignorant girl, even if he couldn’t beat her.

Rong Zhi patted Fu Yaoyao’s hand, instructing her to do the record-keeping, as she’d been maintaining Yuan Xiyao’s clinical trial records during this period.

The girl smiled cutely at her, a stark contrast that made Yuan Xiyao’s stomach ache.

The drug effect would kick in shortly. Rong Zhi, wearing Bai Su’s newly purchased clothes, fitting perfectly without the previous looseness, discovered curves becoming evident with her slender and refined figure.

Her casual and lazy deanor, coupled with her enchanting appearance, resembled a captivating fox at night.

Except that her eyes were colder than when Yuan Xiyao first t her.

It seed like the soul of He Songzhi had departed, leaving rely an empty shell, untouched by worldly dust, risk, or commonality.

Yuan Xiyao blinked, cleared his throat, and asked, "Do you need for sothing, Third Young Master?"

Rong Zhi’s status in Beijing was not a secret. Anyone slightly tuned to financial news knew about the Rong Family’s mistaking their son’s gender, the new chief of Huajing Group, identities that startled others.

He thought she was only famous internationally, not realizing her local power; small citizens like him stood no chance against such prestigious scions.

Rong Zhi crossed her arms, leisurely nodded, and said calmly, "Help with a lawsuit."

Yuan Xiyao was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Rong Zhi: "My case with Rong Qichuo, you’ve heard of it."

Her tone was determined as she unlocked her phone, flicked her finger twice, then opened the chat with Yuan Xiyao to send the file.

With a ding, Yuan Xiyao’s phone indicated a new ssage.

He checked his phone, and WeChat auto-downloaded the file.

"..."

Is this file corrupt? Or was his phone hacked?

Rong Zhi’s beautiful fingers casually spun the phone, glancing at him with a calm voice: "Consider it the payout for your work."

She was confident in proving Rong Qichuo’s intentional harm case, even if his lawyer grasped her injury to overturn; it didn’t matter.

This lawsuit, she’d only win.

Carefully reviewing the lengthy docunt, Yuan Xiyao thought of only one word, genius.

The file’s logic was tight, outlining cris almost matching a professional lawyer.

No work needed; repeating the docunt phrases could convict the defendant.

Thinking of recent acquaintances surfaced, a chill ran through him.

Rong Zhi demanded Rong Qichuo’s punishnt, and upon it happening, leveraging her network and contacts would ensure her satisfaction. Whoever it be could eliminate Rong Qichuo quietly.

In the end, Rong Zhi would remain impeccably clean and innocent.

Yuan Xiyao trembled at his lips.

He had underestimated her indeed.

Unconsciously, he gripped his phone, slightly lowered his head, subtly coughing, his voice earnest with awe, "Thank you, Third Young Master."

Rong Zhi responded lightly, calling Fu Yaoyao’s na.

The girl brought over recorded data, stylus sketching on the screen: "Look, Senior, his brain neuronal erosion speed is slowing."

She pulled up a video.

The rapidly decreasing values gradually slowed minutes ago, stabilizing in the later stages.

Rong Zhi played back the video to watch several tis, casually pointing her stylus at Yuan Xiyao, "Take him for a CT."